top-s'l

Updated: June 28, 2025

Then, again, on the contrary, let it blow up foul a roaring hurricane say, wi' the seas running high, ah! wi' the scud flying over her top-s'l yard, and she'll rise to it like a bird, answer to a spoke, and come up into the wind as sweet as ever you see. The Duchess ain't no fair-weather craft, I'll allow, but in 'owling, raging tempest she's staunch, sir, ah, that she is, from truck to keelson!

Jeffery Farnol - The Amateur Gentleman